Midsomer Murders (1997) s11e06 Episode Script
Talking to the Dead
(Knocking) (Rings doorbell) (Television sounds) (Knocks) Hello? (Knocking) Hello? Stan? Nesta? (Kettle whistling) Thank you.
(Camera shutter) Well, it's blood, alright.
Whether it's human is another matter.
- And this is how it was found? - Yeah, same as the other cottage Breakfast on the table, tea still warm.
Kettle on the hob.
No sign of the occupants.
If that is not human blood, George, what is it? Four people live in these cottages and no sign of any of them.
I'll get the lab to run a check.
And the postman called us in? - Noticed the blood stain, apparently.
- Yeah, where is he? On his rounds, as far as we know.
That big house we passed on the way here.
- The priory? - Yeah.
See if there's anyone in.
So, George.
In this cottage we got Nesta and Stanley Goodfellow.
What about the other? The Thomases.
Molly and Colin.
Did you know them? I did the post mortem on their 10-year-old son Peter.
He ran away from home after an argument.
Found wandering in Monksbarton Woods for a couple of days.
He was alive when they found him but he died soon after.
Suspicious death? No, no, no.
He died of hypothermia.
When they found Peter, he was jibbering.
No one could understand him.
The locals had it that he was speaking in tongues.
Isn't there some kind of mystery surrounding Monksbarton Woods? Well, I don't know any details, Tom.
The man you want's Wallace Stone, local historian.
He's the vicar over at Beau Clayton.
Bit of a hellfire and damnation man, too.
Water stains? It could be.
Dunno.
Ask Forensics to pay us a visit.
I made some enquiries, though.
It's owned by a Lynton Pargeter.
He lives in London, but the place has been in the family for as long as anyone can remember.
Who lives there now? He does.
Last of the Pargeters.
It's a big place for a weekend retreat, isn't it? - Not if you're rich.
- Is he? Well, I looked through the window, the place is stuffed with antiques.
Right.
Check his details.
Give him a ring.
You drive.
Drop me off at Beau Clayton vicarage.
I want to talk to a Reverend Stone.
Monksbarton Woodser haunted, apparently.
By what? The ghosts of monks, Mr Barnaby.
Men of the cloth who died violent deaths.
There was once a thriving religious community in Monksbarton.
The abbey was destroyed during the Dissolution of the Monasteries.
And the priory is all that's left? When the soldiers arrived, the monks fled into the woods they were hunted down and slaughtered.
Local legend says their death cries can sometimes still be heard.
This village is obsessed by Monksbarton legends.
We're plagued by ghost hunters, fanatics and freaks.
Half the village is among them.
I'm a man of God, Mr Barbaby.
There's no place for superstition in my religion.
Sarah! Could you tell me, please, about Peter Thomas.
The boy had a silly argument with his mother, ran away, got lost.
Died of exposure.
Sarah! It was said that when he was found he waserm Speaking in tongues, yes.
Utter nonsense.
And near blasphemous nonsense at that.
I preached a sermon against it.
Did you press my jacket? Why was he not found sooner? The woods must've been his playground.
No, Colin and Molly Thomas lived all their lives here in Beau Clayton.
They only moved to Monksbarton after Peter died.
Molly got the idea that she'd be nearer to her dead son's spirit up there.
She thought she might be able to get in touch, ask for forgiveness.
She had a breakdown.
She wasn't in her right mind.
Country people, Mr Barnaby.
Simple minds can be easily ensnared by the talk of ghosts and ghouls and the walking dead.
Frankly, I'd have preferred a city parish, but it seems I'm not thought suitable.
Odd, don't you think? To be spurned for the strength of one's belief? Did Molly Thomas come to you for help? No, she spoke to my wife, for all the good it did.
Did you think that Mrs Thomas was unbalanced? Mrs Stone? She was a woman in grief.
What do you know about Monksbarton? Monksbarton.
Apart from the two cottages it's just the priory now.
With Stanley Goodfellow and his wife to look after it.
Colin and Molly Thomas? Colin's the manager of Benyon's Woodyard in Beau Clayton.
After Peter died, Molly insisted they move up to Monksbarton.
Did you know them? I was part of the investigation into the boy's death.
Molly was in a bad way.
So the Goodfellows are what, caretakers? They manage the priory and the woodland that surrounds it.
Stanley Goodfellow used to be a gamekeeper up on the Farley estate.
So, a normal couple.
Nesta was know to be a bit of a goer.
They say she had a couple of affairs.
You knowjust the usual.
(Phone rings) Hello.
Yes.
Just a moment.
- Can we pick this up later? - Okay.
Drink after work? Yeah, great.
Mr Pargeter Pargeter's on his way here? He is.
Keys to the priory, just where he said they'd be.
Where's the post? Postman called this morning.
Where's the post? Got scared and forgot to leave it? We'll ask him.
I'll check for return post.
Nice telly! Plasma screen Every moment of footballing magic in high definition.
- It's expensive? - 15-hundred? Two grand? Whew.
On a laborer's wage? Forward! Forward! (Animal sound) What? You didn't hear it? - It's a fox.
- Didn't sound like a fox to me.
Oh, all right.
It's the howl of a were-wolf, ravening for blood.
Lucky I'm here to protect you, then.
(Keys jingle) What's that? Oh, that, Jonesis an iron maiden.
It's a medieval instrument of torture.
Ooh! A slow lingering death in exquisite torment.
Different interrogation techniques in those days.
All right.
You take the rooms upstairs.
I'll look down here.
And make it quick.
Chop, chop! You don't expect to find them? Not unless they're all dead.
Ooh! Yeah.
Jones? Hello? Jones, can you bring the keys? (Muffled shouting) (Banging in background) (Banging continues) (Muffled) Help! You slammed the door.
Yeah.
Any punctures? No! You slammed the door.
No punctures? No punctures? Aah! That, Jones is because this version of the iron maiden uses a mechanical device to do its work.
See? Instead of being impaled immediately, the victim would suffer the slow advance of the spikes.
It's neat.
Good job this IS the more sophisticated version.
Otherwise Got the keys? Thank you.
Come on.
Break in.
Yeah, seems so.
And take a look at this.
Something has taken the polish off the table.
Water stains? It could be.
Dunno.
Ask Forensics to pay us a visit.
Detective Sergeant Jones? Lynton Pargeter.
We spoke on the phone.
Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby.
Causton CID.
Chief Inspector.
Oh, dear.
Did you do this? No, sir, we did not.
You've had a break-in.
Perhaps you'd look around.
See if you've got anything missing.
Apart from my tenant workers (?) Just in time.
I got you a Chicken Jalfrezi.
Didn't have time to cook.
(Thank you, Lord.
) What? Busy day, love? Yes.
I went to a fascinating talk at Beau Clayton village hall.
Cyrus LeVanu.
Oh, for crying out loud.
He's a very interesting man.
He's not interesting.
He's a con, a charlatan, a phoney.
Have you seen his TV show? Yes.
Well, it'sit'sit's laughable.
Isn't it? I mean, what does he call himself? The ghostbuster (!) Ghost HUNTER.
Ghost hunter.
You have a closed mind.
I do not have a closed mind.
I'm a copper.
I can spot a phoney a mile away and LeVanu fits the bill exactly.
What's he doing in Causton? The ghostly monks.
He's here for the anniversary.
What anniversary? Of the massacre.
It's tomorrow.
He's holding a ceremony of spiritual healing in the woods.
(Oh, thank you, Lord.
) Did I order that? Unquiet spirits, speak to me.
I feel something.
Something tremulous in the ether.
Something that speaks of bloodshed and darkness.
A spirit voice crying for help.
Oh, wonderful (!) We're in the company of troubled souls.
Excuse meMr LeVanu.
Are you a seeker after truth? No.
Er, yes Well, not en- I am a police officer.
Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby from Causton CID.
And these woods, sir, are off limits.
Is this a crime scene? Well, no.
It isn't.
Quite.
These woods are full of voices of tormented souls, Mr Barnaby.
And I'm here to bring them peace.
With the express permission of Mr Lynton Pargeter.
Pargeter? Fulland express permission of Mr Pargeter.
Our mission begins.
WOODPECKER HAMMERING WOODPECKER EERIE WAILING WOODPECKER Restless spirit, speak to me.
Unquiet spirit, speak to me.
EERIE WAILING HORSES WHINNYING SCREAMING CONFUSION OF WHINNYING, SCREAMS AND SWORDS BEING UNSHEATHED SCREAMING SCREAMING CONTINUES SOUNDS DIE AWAY MAN SCREAMING MAN: My God! What was that? A spirit presence calling for help.
We must go deeper.
Always deeper.
How long's he been dead? Well, it's a shallow grave, so some insulation.
Looking at the state of the body, insect infestation and so on, at least three days.
You must have known Colin Thomas.
Is this him? No, I met Molly once, but never Colin.
Ah! Gail.
Can you identify the body? He'd be able to help.
What with being able to talk to the dead (!) So.
Is this Colin Thomas or Stanley Goodfellow? Neither of them.
I've never seen that man before.
I was drawn to him, Barnaby.
Called by the dead.
Erm, this officer will take your statement, Mr LeVanu - then you can go.
Go? Go where? It must be plain to you that I'm needed here.
I'm blessed with a great gift.
(BULLARD STIFLES A CHUCKLE) PARGETER: So, this man isn't one of my tenants.
No, we don't know who he is yet.
We'll be asking you to view the body in case you can identify him.
Me? Why would I know him? Just for elimination purposes.
Excuse me.
Yes, Gail.
Mr Pargeter.
I understand that you've given Cyrus LeVanu full access to the woods.
Yes, I have.
Well, it's making my job very difficult, sir.
You know some people think that Mr LeVanu is a charlatan? A fraud? Do you share their view? On the contrary.
I think Cyrus LeVanu is a gifted psychic.
If the troubled souls of those who were murdered still wander these woods, perhaps LeVanu might find a way of bringing themrest.
My granny used to read tea leaves.
She saw a ghost once.
It walked through the wall.
Why don't they use the doors, like everyone else? Any news on those stains by the window? Lab report says they're water stains, with minute traces of blood.
Ooh, not ectoplasm, then (?) Someone clearing up a bloodstain? The bloodstains at the Goodfellows' cottage? Definitely human.
Ooh, a scientific fact, at last (!) Did you ask about the postman? Sam Nelms.
Lives in Beau Clayton.
And, yes.
There was a delivery made that morning.
BELLS CHIME SHOP BELL TINKLES Charlatan! Anti-Christ! How dare you come to my parish? With your unholy gibberish of witchcraft.
And you are? The Reverend Wallace Stone.
I am the guardian of the moral health of the people of this parish.
People you seem happy to corrupt, with your wicked talk of psychic powers.
More than one path to the truth, Reverend Stone.
Blasphemy! If there are restless souls in Monksbarton Woods .
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it's God's task to give them their rest.
Not that of an unscrupulous mountebank.
That's slander.
You'd do well to watch your tongue.
BARNABY: I foresee big trouble between those two.
And I don't need a crystal ball for that.
(MAN LAUGHING) (LAUGHTER CONTINUES) (WOMAN LAUGHING) Anybody in? (WHISPERING) What? Causton CID.
What do we know about erMr Nelms? He's been a postman in Beau Clayton for three years.
Before that, delivery driver - sacked.
Before that, milkman - sacked.
Why? Thought to be on the fiddle.
DOOR OPENS I gave a statement.
We know that, Mr Nelms.
May we come in? It's a bitdifficult just now.
We know that, too (!) DOOR CREAKS AND CLOSES - She's um - None of our business, Mr Nelms.
I'd like the postal packet you were supposed to deliver to one of the cottages up at Monksbarton.
The what? There must have been something to deliver, or why go there? It must have been a packet, or why not put it through the letterbox? (SIGHS) It was so spooky.
Finding the place deserted.
I forgot about it.
Later, I realised I still had it.
Stillit can't be worth much, can it? Little plastic statue.
That is a is a Netski.
Look, Jones, how beautiful that is.
Is itvaluable? Have you seen anything unusual up at the Monksbarton cottages recently? Recently? No.
Course, I've seen the lights in the woods of a dark morning.
And I've heard those weird noises.
But seeing as the woods are haunted, that's only to be expected.
You believe those stories? Do I look simple? Listen.
Um It'd be better if you could er keep quite about things - you know.
Keep quiet about a theft? No.
About myfriend.
Your boss'll have to know about this.
Yeah, well, jobs are easy enough to come by.
But erm She's a speciality act.
What did you call it? A net what? A Netski.
Some of them are worth a fortune, others not.
And this one? Go and ask the expert.
As discussed John Temple.
Yes, I remember.
She came in asking for a valuation.
And? Well, it's not ivory.
It's not old.
1950s, or thereabouts.
And carved from whale tooth.
Eighty quid, perhaps? A hundred, at best.
I made her an offer over the phone.
She turned it down and I returned it by post.
I don't haggle.
A Mrs Smith, Sergeant Jones.
Mrs Smith.
Keep in line! Creatures of darkness hear me! Creatures of darkness hear me! Creatures of darkness hear me! MAN SCREAMING The Netski was taken to Temple Antiques by a Mrs Smith.
(SCOFFS) Obviously, Nesta Goodfellow or Molly Thomas.
Yeah.
Well, whoever took it they certainly came from The Priory.
I think the present Mr Pargeter has been strapped for cash.
Hm.
You say some kids called at the station? Yes.
Up here on a dare.
Saw lights in the woods.
Oh, that'd be the wandering souls of the dead (!) Is the entire population of Beau Clayton suffering from ghost fever? Let my words reach you.
Let the flame of love be your balm.
Speak to me out of the dark.
I want you out of these woods, all of you! And out now! Mr Barnaby, we're conducting a healing ritual.
Anger has no place in the circle of the phoenix.
We're expecting a spirit presence.
Are you? Yes, well, I'm sorry.
But this area really is now off limits.
So, I'd be very grateful if you'd all leave.
And I'll arrest youif you don't.
EERIE HOWLING You heard that? We all heard that! The dead are speaking to me.
You must have heard it, sir.
It was a fox.
Or it was a bird orwhatever.
It didn't sound like a bird.
No, you're right.
It didn't, did it? No.
GEARS CHANGE AND TYRES SCREECH And who are they? I told you.
I don't know! (WOMAN'S VOICE) But I would never leave them to this scum of Corinth.
No.
They'll be my very own assassins.
They'll take the princess a gown of silk.
A golden crown.
But these, I'll drench in poison so strong that anyone who touches them will die in agony.
But the thing that tears my heart .
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is what must happen next.
I shall kill my children.
Kill them both.
No-one shall save them.
No-one shall own them.
And when I've brought both Jason and his house to ruin, I shall leave this land.
Unnatural woman, flying from the death cries of my darlings.
From their blood.
(TEARFULLY) Their blood.
Their blood! How is it I can bear such guilt .
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but not the laughter of my enemies? SWITCHES RADIO OFF 'I thought you said your dog didn't bite .
' 'Whose dog?' 'Your dog.
' 'Yeah.
But that's not my dog.
' Shot in the back.
- It was Molly Thomas, wasn't it? - Positive ID from Mr Pargeter, yeah.
Bullard thinks she'd only been dead a few hours.
So, what do you think? I think that um She goes for the phone.
She doesn't make it.
She pulls the table over.
She turns the radio on full blast.
To try and attract attention.
I think the effort of reaching for the radio must have finished her off.
So, the question is how did she get back here? And where from? And why did she come back? Where's Pargeter now? He went back to The Priory.
(Right.
) She was shot in this room, wasn't she? And she was shot in the back.
She wasn't running away.
It looks as if she was facing the wall.
Whoever killed her couldn't look her in the face when they pulled the trigger.
INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO Speak to me .
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and I will bring you peace.
REV STONE: To those who worship false gods, I say 'Harken and tremble .
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you root of all evil, you author of pain, you begetter of death! You will be cast out with every Satanic power, with every unclean spirit, and your voice will be stilled and your hand will be stayed, and your eye will be blind.
TURN from your way of darkness! TURN from the devil's paths! Or you must suffer the torments of hell through all eternity!' CLATTERING Well? That was my rehearsal for Sunday.
Oh.
I'm sorry, Wallace.
I wasn't really listening.
So, you were out walking, Mr Pargeter.
Am I right? - Yes.
- In the woods.
They are my woods, Barnaby.
So, you're not put off by talk of ghosts.
I frequently walk there.
I've come to no harm.
But you've seen the lights? Heard strange cries? From time to time.
My family have lived with these phenomena for many, many years.
If there are ghosts, it would seem I've come to terms with them.
So, you're coming back from your walk you hear the radio you go into the cottage and you find Mrs Thomas? Yes.
You didn't see anyone? Hear a car driving away? The place wasdeserted.
JustMolly Thomas lying there.
And ermthe radio on.
You're quite a collector, Mr Pargeter.
In a small way.
Mostly pieces acquired by my family.
Of course, some of them have gone to my least favourite charities (!) My ex-wives.
Also collectors, in their way (!) So, you've got ervaluable antiques here, family heirlooms.
And no alarm system.
I did have one.
It tended to go off three or four times a week.
For no good reason.
Stanley and Nesta Goodfellow kept an eye on things.
Yes, but they're not here now, are they, Mr Pargeter? Two murders, three people missing.
Don't you think you'd be safer staying at the pub in Beau Clayton? But there's no alarm, Barnaby, as you pointed out.
And all these valuable things.
As you said.
Did you see that? Indeed, I did.
I think, Jones .
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whatever is in those woods it's time we met it face to face.
Come on.
Do ghosts have faces? Oh, I think they do, yes.
Except the headless ones (!) FOOTSTEPS IN LEAVES EERIE HOWLING Stay close.
I will (!) DISTANT SCREAMING Did you hear that? SCREAMS CONTINUE, FAINTLY Where's that coming from? I think it came from over there.
Ah.
There's an echo, isn't there? Hard to tell.
WOMAN SCREAMING Jones! Where are you? I'm here, sir! Where are YOU? Sir? Jones? EERIE SCREECHING Sir.
HOWLS AND SCREAMS DRAWN-OUT ANIMAL-LIKE CALL Are you there, sir? HOWLING Aargh! Jones?! EERIE CRY Aargh! (SCREECHES) Aargh! BIRD-LIKE SHRIEKS TWITTERING AND CRYING Who's there?! HOWLING HOWLING CONTINUES Sir! Aargh! Jones.
I heard you call for help.
I did not call for help.
I was attackedby an owl.
I saw something.
What? I don't know.
Well, whatever it was, Jones, it was not a ghost.
Someone has been tracking me.
But now I am the tracker.
Come on.
HOWLING HOWLING CONTINUES DOOR CLANKS AND CREAKS NOISILY WHINING WHINING GETS LOUDER WHINING INTENSIFIES BARNABY BREATHES FASTER GIBBERS GIBBERING Stanley? GIBBERING INCREASES It's Stanley Goodfellow.
GIBBERS AND CRIES WIND HOWLS Excuse me.
I'm looking for Dr McKay.
Mr Barnaby.
Yes.
I'm Mary McKay.
Stanley's upstairs.
This way.
Thank you.
Stanley is suffering from dissociative trauma.
He experienced something so terrifying, his mind has simply closed down on him.
It's a defence mechanism, of course.
Well, at the moment, Stanley Goodfellow is the only man who can solve the disappearance of his wife and two other people.
My problem is he can't speak.
Wellhe's not saying anything anyone can understand.
Words are a danger to Stanley just now.
His subconscious is telling him to reject speech because whatever happened to him lies beyond description.
Well, when will he be um? He's lost touch with reality, Mr Barnaby - we just can't say when he'll want to return, if ever.
MOBILE RINGS Oh.
Excuse me.
Jones? Mystery body in the woods, sir.
Positive ID from The Met.
Terence Paul Lowther.
Part of a well-organised London gang that specialise in nicking antiques.
Good work.
I'm just leaving The Pines now.
Nothing yet from Stanley Goodfellow.
- Well if you're on your way back - I'll pick you up.
I want to go down to the village, pick up on the local gossip.
OK.
We'll talk then.
Bye.
Your details, please? Gail? Are you free this evening? After work? For a chat.
Yeah.
Where shall we go? Oh, a pub.
Yeah.
Yeah, lovely.
DOOR CLOSES And here endeth the first lesson (!) And here beginneth the second (!) CHURCH CLOCK CHIMES The Met said Lowther could be linked to half a dozen robberies involving antiques.
That antique shop fellow.
John Temple? What did he say about the Netski? He reckoned it was worth about ã100.
Said it was modern - nothing special.
Did he? Meaning? Maybe he was conning her into selling it for a song.
You know.
In either case, it must have been taken from The Priory.
Why didn't Pargeter report the theft? See that? Yeah.
I'll follow you in.
Yeah, OK.
Excuse me.
Could I? This village is ghost crazy, if you ask me.
There you go, mate.
Oh, look out.
Here's the law.
Hello, Mr Nelms.
A man of leisure, thanks to you lot.
Gardening leave.
Don't let me interrupt you, sir.
Carry on.
What were you saying? That something weird's going on.
But spirits? Spooks? I don't think so.
Shall we sit and wait for them to come outside? Jones.
Detective Chief Inspector.
Mr Pargeter.
I was intending to come to see you.
I heard.
You did? About what? Stanley Goodfellow.
You found him.
Yes, indeed.
In your woods.
Is it true that he's lost his mind? He's under medical supervision just now.
I'm hoping to be able to speak to him in due course.
But erthis is what I wanted to talk to you about.
Ah, yes.
Yes.
It was supposed to be delivered to the Goodfellows.
Not really their thing.
We wondered if they were taking it in for you.
No.
No, no.
This has no great value.
It'snice enough.
I'm going to an antiques fair in France for a couple of days.
I'd be grateful if the police could watch The Priory while I'm away.
Mr Pargeter, two murders have been committed.
Both bodies were found on your land.
A visit to France out of the question.
DOOR OPENS This is outrageous.
I have business to attend to.
Friend of yours? Who? Jones.
ENGINE STARTS WOODPECKER HAMMERING Not his netsuke, then? Oh, no (!) Of course it is.
He's up to something.
Are we mobile yet? Pit-stop wheel change, sir.
Oh, good.
Time in the Traffic Division not wasted, then (!) Thank you.
Exorcizamus te .
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omnis incursio infernalis adversarii .
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omnis legio, omnis congregatio, et secta diabolica! WIND HOWLS Jesu Christi! DISTANT SCREAMS SCREAMS ARE JOINED BY HORSES HOOVES SCREAMS AND WHINNYING SCREAMS AND SWORDS BEING UNSHEATHED DISTORTED SCREAMING WOODPECKER HAMMERING DRAMATIC ORGAN MUSIC I adjure you, Satan.
Yield now to God.
Depart, accursed one! Depart, foul fiend! Depart - If there ARE restless souls in these woods, they are the souls of godly men.
And it is the work of God's minister to bring them deliverance.
And you saw no-one.
No.
Just Sitting up in his grave as if it werejudgment day.
Gases.
Post-mortem gases, causing expansion and consequent movement.
- It sometimes happens in the morgue.
- Really? A body rising under a sheet.
He was buried.
It was a shallow grave, like the other victim.
He was barely covered in earth.
Whoever buried him must've been in a hurry.
Or didn't have the tools to do the job.
Do we know who he is? Yes.
It's Colin Thomas.
Positive ID from Stephens.
Cause of death, George.
Shotgun wound.
So, we've got two people dead, one mad, one still missing.
Why these people? What was it about them that made them the victims, eh? There's something we're still not seeing.
Right.
Let's start again.
Let's have another look round the cottages.
UPSTAIRS FLOORBOARDS CREAK CREAKS Sir! Ticket to Florida in the name of Nesta Goodfellow.
With a note.
Saying? See you at the airport.
Is that note signed? Sex bomb.
Our over-eager postman? I wonder if her husband knew.
GATE CREAKS What? Someone's in there! Oi! Heyhey! ENGINE STARTS Don't kill him, sir! He'll kill himself if he carries on.
How fast is he going? He'll come out over on the Beau Clayton road, won't he? Whoa! CAR HORN AND TYRES SCREECH Lost him! Not necessarily.
Take a look round the back.
Please don't say it was a hunch.
Observation.
Saw it first time we called.
Didn't you? RUNNING WATER Make sure he doesn't jump out of the back window and escape or something.
Muddy ride, was it (?) Did you find anything? No.
A few coins in a jar.
Thought they might have other bits and pieces hidden away.
Why were they hidden? They were at it.
Nicking stuff up at The Priory.
A little nick here, a little nick there.
You had a look around in the Goodfellows' cottage as well.
Didn't you? Did you see anything you fancied in there? You can't get a 40-inch plasma screen on a mountain bike.
'I am the way and the truth and the life,' says the Lord.
For tempters and blasphemers abound.
And those who love evil are in our midst.
The times are out of joint where wrongdoers prosper and the spawn of Satan multiplies.
Where the virtue finds no respect.
For who does not know that, in the face of such evil, it takes a man of courage to stand up unafraid and say, 'I am for divine justice and retribution'? KNUCKLES CRACK ENGINE OFF (GIBBERS) Stanley.
TALKS NONSENSE Did you know, Stanley that Nestawas getting ready to run off and leave you? I wonder if you I wonder if you knew that.
You hold the keyStanley.
Somewhere inside.
Sorry.
EMITS A SOUNDLESS SCREAM What happened to you, eh? The number plate of that SUV was on the computer.
Stolen from an address in Chelsea a week ago.
Right.
Let Chelsea know it's been spotted here.
And get our Traffic Division to watch out for it.
Yes, Sarge.
(I'll see you later.
) CAR ALARM BLEEPS I don't know why you're coming.
You said you think he's a fake.
Well, he's a prime suspect, for starters, Joyce.
It's a bit odd, him suddenly turning up in Midsomer.
A bit opportune, don't you think? Maybe all this psychic drivel is a cover for something more sinister.
Don't be ridiculous.
Why on earth should he want to kill anyone? Give him someone to talk to.
(CHUCKLES) The powers with which I have been gifted led me to the grave of a man who'd fallen victim to the forces of evil.
I intend to use these same powers to envision the whereabouts .
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of a missing woman.
Nesta Goodfellow.
I'm so glad I came (!) Shh! The knife of light will point the way.
I shall fall into a trance .
.
and concentrate on the strong psychic projection of her fear.
I shall seek her out in the dark night of her distress.
(BEGINS TO CHANT) (HUMMING) Aargh! (AUDIENCE GASP) I can see her! Agh! She liesbeneath the sign of the witch.
MURMURING Oh! Of the witch! For goodness sake.
Come on! (CHUCKLES HELPLESSLY) I mean, to talk to the dead! How stupid is that? I mean, what is the point of talking to someone who is incapable of listening? You might do worse than follow up on what he said! Oh, you mean, the inspired vision? Well, look.
Let's see.
A dark place, he says.
Three people have died, two buried in shallow graves.
Of course he talks about a dark place! And the sign of the witch? Witches.
Stock in trade of the phoney psychic.
Witches are bound to be top of the agenda.
He fainted! Of course he did.
And how theatrical that was.
CHURCH CLOCK CHIMES STARTS ENGINE It's fine.
All clear.
REVS ENGINE SWITCHES ENGINE OFF MUD SQUELCHES HIGH-PITCHED TWITTERING SCREECHING EERIE HOWLING CONFUSION OF HIGH-PITCHED WHINES Right.
ENGINE STARTS I got your message.
YESJones.
Sorry, sir.
Are you all right? Of course I'm all right.
I didn't expect you to ambush me.
What happened? Pargeter and the others loaded some furniture in the SUV and drove off.
That's why he had to stay in the house.
Half those antiques he's got there? Stolen.
He's still in there.
Good chance to nab him.
No.
We should wait.
He doesn't know we're onto him.
And I don't want to scare off the delivery boys.
Did it occur to you to follow them? I made a quick phone call.
They won't be looking for a woman driver.
Uh-huh.
I see.
And you're absolutely certain.
CAR APPROACHING OK.
Thank you.
SWITCHES ENGINE OFF Morning, Jones.
Morning, sir.
Call from the lab.
Blood in the Goodfellows' cottage? Definitely not Colin Thomas's.
Not? Nope.
So, it's not Lowther's and it's not Colin Thomas's.
That poses a few questions.
Yeah.
And Pargeter's got more than a few to answer.
- Where are you going? - Well, I thought we were No, no, no.
I think we give Pargeter and Temple a little more rope.
Come on.
Maybe if we get off the track Maybe what? Of courseI could be wrong.
Surely not (!) SHORT MUSIC INTRO And after the news here on Radio Causton, we'll be talking to psychic and ghost hunter Cyrus LeVanu, whose latest book Talking To The Dead has just been published, and asking him about his recent sensational experiences in the famously haunted Monksbarton Woods.
WHINE OF RADIO BEING TUNED Yes.
FEEDBACK DISTORTION Ooh! That was close.
We're getting near.
TUNER WHINES FEEDBACK DISTORTION DISTORTION CONTINUES CONTINUOUS NOTE Gotcha! That sound you're hearing, Jones.
It's the sound of a radio signal being blocked.
Somewhere .
.
up in that tree.
DISTORTED SIGNAL WHINES Well, it's not gonna be me.
Fine.
DISTORTION RESTARTS SIGNAL WHINES HIGH-PITCHED WHINING DISTORTION INTENSIFIES WHINING INCREASES Jones? We've got another one here.
Oh! PLAYS WITH THE DISTORTION LEVELS (GROANS) Ah! There you are.
What have you got? (WINCES IN PAIN) Ah.
I think we'll find this little gizmo is well stocked with mysterious noises.
And I reckon we'll find a few others like this, courtesy of Cyrus LeVanu.
How did you know? How? Welllast night, after my car got stuck, I had to walk about half a mile through these woods.
I could hear the cries and I knew there must be some sort of rational explanation.
And I thought how convenient all this was for Cyrus LeVanu.
Obviously, the woods weren't full of his supporter stooges whispering on cue.
And then I thought I heard this buzzing sound.
Aagh! And I You all right, Jones? I'm absolutely fine, sir.
Thanks for asking.
Well, come on.
And then I thought, it's not ectoplasmic eruption we're talking about here.
It's radio waves.
And then you found the body.
I mean Wow! That must have been one hell of a shock, wasn't it? Not if, like me, you've been gifted with special powers.
MOBILE PHONE RINGS Gail Oh, yeah? On now? Thanks for letting me know.
What's that? This.
LEVANU: My last meeting was a complete sellout, so I will hold another one.
Tonight at Beau Clayton Town Hall.
And, although there are those who would prevent me, I've every intention of returning to Monksbarton Woods.
Where you'll be Talking To The Dead! Well, that's all we've got time for, so a big thank you to our guest, the psychic adventurer, Cyrus Leva- Where's our 'psychic adventurer' staying? Er, The Monk's Retreat.
I shall go there.
I want you to go to Temple Antiques.
For whatever was shipped over there last night.
Yeah.
TUNER WHINES Oh! LEVANU: Local radio shows might seem small beer for someone like me.
There you go.
But erthe most important thing is to get the message across.
Loud and clear.
Loud and clear, Mr LeVanu! Like the signals from your transmitters.
Barnaby, what are you talking about? Do you not know, Mr LeVanu? I'm talking about the mysterious cries in Monksbarton Woods.
But, of course, there is a logical explanation.
As you well know.
Where do you transmit from? Your room here? Your car? Or do you have an accomplice, who helps you with your special effects? I've never seen this object before in my life.
What I find offensive about people like you, Mr LeVanu, is that you feed off other people's anxieties.
And their pain.
You trade on their weaknesses.
SWITCHES ON EERIE HOWLING EFFECT Ooh! Listen to that.
How spooky is that? Frightened me to death (!) SWITCHES OFF Detective Inspector Jones, isn't it? Sergeant.
I was wondering if you'd had any more contact with Mrs Smith, the woman who - Brought in the Netski.
No.
I did agree to phone if I - Yes.
I was just passing and thought it just as easy to pop in.
PHONE RINGS Will you excuse me? PICKS UP RECEIVER Hello? Yes Yes.
Erm Yes.
I think we'd agreed the fourth of April.
Well, you could bring it in in the morning.
Oh, Gail.
There's pictures on here of some items of furniture.
Let's see if Art and Antiques can recognise something.
Right Sarge? Are we still on? It's just that, last night - You were on extra duty.
Of course.
Gail.
Gail? Look What? (SIGHS) No workplace involvements.
It's just tough to have a proper working relationship if we also have .
.
a relationship.
You think so? It's never been a problem for me in the past.
Vile and untruthful accusations have been made against me.
Those whom I considered steadfast have abandoned me.
Even thrown aside their belief.
No, it's you they've thrown aside.
Why? Because you've been exposed as a liar and a cheat.
That's slanderous! Not if it's the truth.
And it is, which is why your slavish followers have abandoned you.
I never put transmitters in trees.
No, of course not (!) Now everyone's seen you in your true colours .
.
why don't you pack up your tricks and your hocus-pocus and leave? Leave? I won't be leaving.
I will be returning to Monksbarton Wood in the hope of bringing peace to souls in torment.
Poison, LeVanu.
Your fake philosophy is poison.
Your ridiculous rituals are poison.
You are poison.
DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES Jones.
Sir.
Quick response from the photos I took at Temple Antiques.
Four items definitely stolen, two suspected.
The table with the water stain is part of a haul from a house in Devon.
The Devon Police are pretty sure a London gang was involved.
They turned them over, but no result.
So, the stuff must have gone to a receiver the next day.
Pargeter fences it to dealers.
Including John Temple.
He's got the outlets - here and abroad.
That's why he wanted to go to the antiques fair in France.
The SUV guys are his distributors.
Now all we have to do is find the murderer.
PHONE RINGS Barnaby.
You checked house and garden? Thoroughly.
He's not here.
I'm sure of that.
You said you found a weapon.
Ah, yes.
Here.
SIRENS Has anyone touched it? No.
There's blood on the blade.
What kind of a knife is it? It's era kris.
It's a collector's item.
An antique? (Yeah.
) Got backup? On the way.
He's here, all right.
It's time to put the screws on Mr Lynton Pargeter.
Let's hurry.
Right.
Take the upstairs rooms.
I'll look down here.
And be careful.
EERIE HOWLING SCREAMING ANIMAL-LIKE BAYING I heard one of those cries.
Yes, I know.
It was me.
Take a look at that.
HOWLING We have seriously misjudged Cyrus LeVanu.
It was Pargeter, not LeVanu, responsible for those strange noises in the woods.
His way of keeping the locals out while he took delivery of stolen goods.
And the mysterious lights must have been from the vans.
Delivering the dodgy antiques.
Well, he's packed a case, so it seems he'll be back.
Oh, he will.
Airline ticket.
Guess where to.
Florida.
Yep.
Pargeter and Nesta Goodfellow? DOOR CLOSES What's that? APPROACHING SIRENS Jones? SIRENS In the woods, behind The Priory.
Behind The Priory! Into the woods.
SHOUTING AND DOGS BARKING Come on, quick! All right? Straight through! Gone.
Yeah.
Gone to ground.
Come on.
SOBBING DISTRESSED SOBBING How long can you keep this up, Stanley? Another week? GIBBERS Oh, very good, Stanley.
It's very good (!) Had me fooled.
Where is she, Stanley? Where is Nesta? Stay with him.
Dear God.
Nesta?! Jones?! I'm going to talk to Mr Goodfellow whilst you pay Mr Temple a visit.
Yes, sir.
Once it started no going back.
Pargeter was a fence, a receiver of stolen goods.
You knew that.
And he knew you knew.
We could see what he was up to.
What could he do? If we didn't take too much, he didn't worry.
All of you? Colin and Molly Thomas too? Colin was up for it.
Molly was unhappy.
She tried to get him to stop.
If she'd succeeded, he wouldn't have got involved in the murder of Terry Lowther, would he? I didn't mean to kill him.
He broke in.
He knew that Pargeter was in London, so he didn't expect to see anyone.
And you took him on.
The water stains on the antique table and the carpet.
They were caused when you mopped up the blood.
Mm.
Then we buried him in the woods.
But then Colin lost his nerve, didn't he? It'll be all right.
How can it be all right? He's dead.
He went home and told Molly.
We've talked it over, Stan.
It's the only thing to do.
They wanted to go to the police.
You buried him.
But you killed him.
We hid the body.
You think the police are gonna be understanding? That's it, Stan.
You can do as you please.
No, Stan.
Please.
No.
I didn't know what to do.
I wasn't going to prison.
I knew that much.
GUNSHOT We was on a good thing, up there at The Priory.
If only they'd listened to reason.
I thought I'd keep them in the woods till they saw sense.
And then Colin decided to have another go at me.
No! No, please! Please, stop it! No! GUNSHOT (SCREAMS) Colin! (SOBS) The thing was I didn't mean to kill him either.
It was just one thing after another.
You know? Justone thing after another.
You buried Colin Thomas, just as you buried Terry Lowther.
I made the women do it.
Get up! I was gonna go back later and make a proper job of it.
ButI knew I couldn't trust them.
Sowe had to keep moving round the woods, stay ahead of the police.
But I had to find somewhere to keep 'em.
Somewhere safe.
So you thought of this shack.
WellI used to work as a 'keeper on the estate, before I worked at The Priory.
I know every inch of these woods.
But something went wrong, didn't it, Stanley? Molly Thomas somehow managed to escape.
They thought I would kill 'em.
I hadn't thought about it.
I hadn't thought about anything much.
Molly ran indoors.
I was close behind.
No.
Aargh! I saw where she went.
SLOW TREAD OF FOOTSTEPS ON THE STAIRS There was nothing for it.
Wellno way back.
Not then.
But II couldn't You couldn't look at her, could you? Turn round.
Whatwhat have you done? Perhaps I should have killed Nesta then.
Yeah.
I should have killed her.
But I didn't.
The fact is, Stanley, you very nearly did.
Well, that was your fault.
(LAUGHS) I put her in the well, keep her out of trouble.
Then you caught me and she was stuck down there.
And she must have been down there when we found you the first time.
She didn't have the strength to call out.
And this is my fault? Definitely.
(LAUGHS) Oh, yeah.
That was down to you.
Stanley, you could have told someone where she was.
She was getting ready to leave me.
I knew that.
Stealing things to pay for it all.
Did you know it was Lynton Pargeter that she was having an affair with? Not until he came at me with a knife.
I wasn't expecting it.
Otherwise he'd never have got close enough.
What have you done, you bastard? Where's Nesta? Dead? Aargh! Then it was him or me.
No choice in the matter.
You caught up with him at The Priory.
What I don't understand is how you got there so quickly.
I mean, all he had to do was grab his case, chuck it into a car and he'd be gone.
I've lived round Beau Clayton all my life.
I know every track, every shortcut.
His bad luck.
He got back first.
But I came across the fields.
He wasn't quick enough.
(SCREAMS) No! Aaaargh! John Temple is very anxious to co-operate.
Is he? Shouldn't be long before we find Pargeter's delivery men.
Was he Forthcoming? Yes.
Surprisingly so.
Exceptperhaps not such a surprise.
Sir? He could have been miles away by the time we found the body.
Yet, when we chased him, where does he come? He comes back here.
Where we found him in the first place.
Perhaps he wanted to be caught.
Perhaps he wanted her to be found.
See? It's all your fault, really.
(LAUGHS) Still doing his mad act, then? I'm not sure he's acting.
Not now.
A horseshoe over water.
A witch's sign, my Welsh granny used to say.
LEVANU: She's in a dark place.
It's dark.
She cannot speak, she cannot see.
She liesbeneath the sign of the witch! No.
It's nonsense.
STONE: I preached to the people, Sarah.
Now the truth has been heard.
The blasphemer is unmasked.
Sarah? I'm sorry, Wallace.
I've had enough.
What do you mean? I don't understand.
No.
Of course you don't.
Surely it's too late for the postman.
No.
Perfect timing.
DOOR SLAMS JOYCE: So, it was your fault.
What was my fault? It was your fault that LeVanu was accused of fraud.
He is a fraud.
You're such a cynic.
Joyce people like ghost stories, they enjoy being scared.
It's basic human nature.
You don't believe it all, do you? Well, why not? I have an open mind.
Unlike some people.
Hm.
All right.
Come on.
I don't care how you rationalise it.
There's definitely something spooky here.
Yeah.
Well, so people say.
Accounts of the mass murder in Monksbarton Woods have been handed down from generation to generation.
There is a theory that the very stones of The Priory, even the earth, where the victims fell, is imprinted with psychic recordings of those terrible events.
And Cyrus LeVanu traded on that theory.
I was wrong about LeVanu just in one respect.
It was Pargeter, not LeVanu, who put speakers in the trees to scare off the locals.
Right.
Let's see if we can summon up a ghostly presence for you.
(SCREAMS) Joyce? Joyce? Joyce.
What is it? Are you all right? What's the matter? What's the matter? Very strange, and difficult to explain, really.
Is it, George? Stan Goodfellow encounters him in the woods, thinks he might raise the alarm and kills him to keep him quiet.
No, Tom.
This man died recently.
This morning, in fact.
Long after Stanley Goodfellow was arrested.
No.
It's the manner of his death.
I've heard of it and never seen it.
Parasympathetic rebound.
It happens when someone is so terrified that the whole metabolic system reacts and tries to calm itself down.
The problem is, it can make too good a job of it, and the heart simply stops beating.
I don't know what it was he encountered in Monksbarton Woods.
Frankly, I hope I never find out.
HOWLING WIND Aargh! EERIE BAYING Parasympathetic rebound.
You're telling me that Cyrus LeVanu died of fright.
(Camera shutter) Well, it's blood, alright.
Whether it's human is another matter.
- And this is how it was found? - Yeah, same as the other cottage Breakfast on the table, tea still warm.
Kettle on the hob.
No sign of the occupants.
If that is not human blood, George, what is it? Four people live in these cottages and no sign of any of them.
I'll get the lab to run a check.
And the postman called us in? - Noticed the blood stain, apparently.
- Yeah, where is he? On his rounds, as far as we know.
That big house we passed on the way here.
- The priory? - Yeah.
See if there's anyone in.
So, George.
In this cottage we got Nesta and Stanley Goodfellow.
What about the other? The Thomases.
Molly and Colin.
Did you know them? I did the post mortem on their 10-year-old son Peter.
He ran away from home after an argument.
Found wandering in Monksbarton Woods for a couple of days.
He was alive when they found him but he died soon after.
Suspicious death? No, no, no.
He died of hypothermia.
When they found Peter, he was jibbering.
No one could understand him.
The locals had it that he was speaking in tongues.
Isn't there some kind of mystery surrounding Monksbarton Woods? Well, I don't know any details, Tom.
The man you want's Wallace Stone, local historian.
He's the vicar over at Beau Clayton.
Bit of a hellfire and damnation man, too.
Water stains? It could be.
Dunno.
Ask Forensics to pay us a visit.
I made some enquiries, though.
It's owned by a Lynton Pargeter.
He lives in London, but the place has been in the family for as long as anyone can remember.
Who lives there now? He does.
Last of the Pargeters.
It's a big place for a weekend retreat, isn't it? - Not if you're rich.
- Is he? Well, I looked through the window, the place is stuffed with antiques.
Right.
Check his details.
Give him a ring.
You drive.
Drop me off at Beau Clayton vicarage.
I want to talk to a Reverend Stone.
Monksbarton Woodser haunted, apparently.
By what? The ghosts of monks, Mr Barnaby.
Men of the cloth who died violent deaths.
There was once a thriving religious community in Monksbarton.
The abbey was destroyed during the Dissolution of the Monasteries.
And the priory is all that's left? When the soldiers arrived, the monks fled into the woods they were hunted down and slaughtered.
Local legend says their death cries can sometimes still be heard.
This village is obsessed by Monksbarton legends.
We're plagued by ghost hunters, fanatics and freaks.
Half the village is among them.
I'm a man of God, Mr Barbaby.
There's no place for superstition in my religion.
Sarah! Could you tell me, please, about Peter Thomas.
The boy had a silly argument with his mother, ran away, got lost.
Died of exposure.
Sarah! It was said that when he was found he waserm Speaking in tongues, yes.
Utter nonsense.
And near blasphemous nonsense at that.
I preached a sermon against it.
Did you press my jacket? Why was he not found sooner? The woods must've been his playground.
No, Colin and Molly Thomas lived all their lives here in Beau Clayton.
They only moved to Monksbarton after Peter died.
Molly got the idea that she'd be nearer to her dead son's spirit up there.
She thought she might be able to get in touch, ask for forgiveness.
She had a breakdown.
She wasn't in her right mind.
Country people, Mr Barnaby.
Simple minds can be easily ensnared by the talk of ghosts and ghouls and the walking dead.
Frankly, I'd have preferred a city parish, but it seems I'm not thought suitable.
Odd, don't you think? To be spurned for the strength of one's belief? Did Molly Thomas come to you for help? No, she spoke to my wife, for all the good it did.
Did you think that Mrs Thomas was unbalanced? Mrs Stone? She was a woman in grief.
What do you know about Monksbarton? Monksbarton.
Apart from the two cottages it's just the priory now.
With Stanley Goodfellow and his wife to look after it.
Colin and Molly Thomas? Colin's the manager of Benyon's Woodyard in Beau Clayton.
After Peter died, Molly insisted they move up to Monksbarton.
Did you know them? I was part of the investigation into the boy's death.
Molly was in a bad way.
So the Goodfellows are what, caretakers? They manage the priory and the woodland that surrounds it.
Stanley Goodfellow used to be a gamekeeper up on the Farley estate.
So, a normal couple.
Nesta was know to be a bit of a goer.
They say she had a couple of affairs.
You knowjust the usual.
(Phone rings) Hello.
Yes.
Just a moment.
- Can we pick this up later? - Okay.
Drink after work? Yeah, great.
Mr Pargeter Pargeter's on his way here? He is.
Keys to the priory, just where he said they'd be.
Where's the post? Postman called this morning.
Where's the post? Got scared and forgot to leave it? We'll ask him.
I'll check for return post.
Nice telly! Plasma screen Every moment of footballing magic in high definition.
- It's expensive? - 15-hundred? Two grand? Whew.
On a laborer's wage? Forward! Forward! (Animal sound) What? You didn't hear it? - It's a fox.
- Didn't sound like a fox to me.
Oh, all right.
It's the howl of a were-wolf, ravening for blood.
Lucky I'm here to protect you, then.
(Keys jingle) What's that? Oh, that, Jonesis an iron maiden.
It's a medieval instrument of torture.
Ooh! A slow lingering death in exquisite torment.
Different interrogation techniques in those days.
All right.
You take the rooms upstairs.
I'll look down here.
And make it quick.
Chop, chop! You don't expect to find them? Not unless they're all dead.
Ooh! Yeah.
Jones? Hello? Jones, can you bring the keys? (Muffled shouting) (Banging in background) (Banging continues) (Muffled) Help! You slammed the door.
Yeah.
Any punctures? No! You slammed the door.
No punctures? No punctures? Aah! That, Jones is because this version of the iron maiden uses a mechanical device to do its work.
See? Instead of being impaled immediately, the victim would suffer the slow advance of the spikes.
It's neat.
Good job this IS the more sophisticated version.
Otherwise Got the keys? Thank you.
Come on.
Break in.
Yeah, seems so.
And take a look at this.
Something has taken the polish off the table.
Water stains? It could be.
Dunno.
Ask Forensics to pay us a visit.
Detective Sergeant Jones? Lynton Pargeter.
We spoke on the phone.
Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby.
Causton CID.
Chief Inspector.
Oh, dear.
Did you do this? No, sir, we did not.
You've had a break-in.
Perhaps you'd look around.
See if you've got anything missing.
Apart from my tenant workers (?) Just in time.
I got you a Chicken Jalfrezi.
Didn't have time to cook.
(Thank you, Lord.
) What? Busy day, love? Yes.
I went to a fascinating talk at Beau Clayton village hall.
Cyrus LeVanu.
Oh, for crying out loud.
He's a very interesting man.
He's not interesting.
He's a con, a charlatan, a phoney.
Have you seen his TV show? Yes.
Well, it'sit'sit's laughable.
Isn't it? I mean, what does he call himself? The ghostbuster (!) Ghost HUNTER.
Ghost hunter.
You have a closed mind.
I do not have a closed mind.
I'm a copper.
I can spot a phoney a mile away and LeVanu fits the bill exactly.
What's he doing in Causton? The ghostly monks.
He's here for the anniversary.
What anniversary? Of the massacre.
It's tomorrow.
He's holding a ceremony of spiritual healing in the woods.
(Oh, thank you, Lord.
) Did I order that? Unquiet spirits, speak to me.
I feel something.
Something tremulous in the ether.
Something that speaks of bloodshed and darkness.
A spirit voice crying for help.
Oh, wonderful (!) We're in the company of troubled souls.
Excuse meMr LeVanu.
Are you a seeker after truth? No.
Er, yes Well, not en- I am a police officer.
Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby from Causton CID.
And these woods, sir, are off limits.
Is this a crime scene? Well, no.
It isn't.
Quite.
These woods are full of voices of tormented souls, Mr Barnaby.
And I'm here to bring them peace.
With the express permission of Mr Lynton Pargeter.
Pargeter? Fulland express permission of Mr Pargeter.
Our mission begins.
WOODPECKER HAMMERING WOODPECKER EERIE WAILING WOODPECKER Restless spirit, speak to me.
Unquiet spirit, speak to me.
EERIE WAILING HORSES WHINNYING SCREAMING CONFUSION OF WHINNYING, SCREAMS AND SWORDS BEING UNSHEATHED SCREAMING SCREAMING CONTINUES SOUNDS DIE AWAY MAN SCREAMING MAN: My God! What was that? A spirit presence calling for help.
We must go deeper.
Always deeper.
How long's he been dead? Well, it's a shallow grave, so some insulation.
Looking at the state of the body, insect infestation and so on, at least three days.
You must have known Colin Thomas.
Is this him? No, I met Molly once, but never Colin.
Ah! Gail.
Can you identify the body? He'd be able to help.
What with being able to talk to the dead (!) So.
Is this Colin Thomas or Stanley Goodfellow? Neither of them.
I've never seen that man before.
I was drawn to him, Barnaby.
Called by the dead.
Erm, this officer will take your statement, Mr LeVanu - then you can go.
Go? Go where? It must be plain to you that I'm needed here.
I'm blessed with a great gift.
(BULLARD STIFLES A CHUCKLE) PARGETER: So, this man isn't one of my tenants.
No, we don't know who he is yet.
We'll be asking you to view the body in case you can identify him.
Me? Why would I know him? Just for elimination purposes.
Excuse me.
Yes, Gail.
Mr Pargeter.
I understand that you've given Cyrus LeVanu full access to the woods.
Yes, I have.
Well, it's making my job very difficult, sir.
You know some people think that Mr LeVanu is a charlatan? A fraud? Do you share their view? On the contrary.
I think Cyrus LeVanu is a gifted psychic.
If the troubled souls of those who were murdered still wander these woods, perhaps LeVanu might find a way of bringing themrest.
My granny used to read tea leaves.
She saw a ghost once.
It walked through the wall.
Why don't they use the doors, like everyone else? Any news on those stains by the window? Lab report says they're water stains, with minute traces of blood.
Ooh, not ectoplasm, then (?) Someone clearing up a bloodstain? The bloodstains at the Goodfellows' cottage? Definitely human.
Ooh, a scientific fact, at last (!) Did you ask about the postman? Sam Nelms.
Lives in Beau Clayton.
And, yes.
There was a delivery made that morning.
BELLS CHIME SHOP BELL TINKLES Charlatan! Anti-Christ! How dare you come to my parish? With your unholy gibberish of witchcraft.
And you are? The Reverend Wallace Stone.
I am the guardian of the moral health of the people of this parish.
People you seem happy to corrupt, with your wicked talk of psychic powers.
More than one path to the truth, Reverend Stone.
Blasphemy! If there are restless souls in Monksbarton Woods .
.
it's God's task to give them their rest.
Not that of an unscrupulous mountebank.
That's slander.
You'd do well to watch your tongue.
BARNABY: I foresee big trouble between those two.
And I don't need a crystal ball for that.
(MAN LAUGHING) (LAUGHTER CONTINUES) (WOMAN LAUGHING) Anybody in? (WHISPERING) What? Causton CID.
What do we know about erMr Nelms? He's been a postman in Beau Clayton for three years.
Before that, delivery driver - sacked.
Before that, milkman - sacked.
Why? Thought to be on the fiddle.
DOOR OPENS I gave a statement.
We know that, Mr Nelms.
May we come in? It's a bitdifficult just now.
We know that, too (!) DOOR CREAKS AND CLOSES - She's um - None of our business, Mr Nelms.
I'd like the postal packet you were supposed to deliver to one of the cottages up at Monksbarton.
The what? There must have been something to deliver, or why go there? It must have been a packet, or why not put it through the letterbox? (SIGHS) It was so spooky.
Finding the place deserted.
I forgot about it.
Later, I realised I still had it.
Stillit can't be worth much, can it? Little plastic statue.
That is a is a Netski.
Look, Jones, how beautiful that is.
Is itvaluable? Have you seen anything unusual up at the Monksbarton cottages recently? Recently? No.
Course, I've seen the lights in the woods of a dark morning.
And I've heard those weird noises.
But seeing as the woods are haunted, that's only to be expected.
You believe those stories? Do I look simple? Listen.
Um It'd be better if you could er keep quite about things - you know.
Keep quiet about a theft? No.
About myfriend.
Your boss'll have to know about this.
Yeah, well, jobs are easy enough to come by.
But erm She's a speciality act.
What did you call it? A net what? A Netski.
Some of them are worth a fortune, others not.
And this one? Go and ask the expert.
As discussed John Temple.
Yes, I remember.
She came in asking for a valuation.
And? Well, it's not ivory.
It's not old.
1950s, or thereabouts.
And carved from whale tooth.
Eighty quid, perhaps? A hundred, at best.
I made her an offer over the phone.
She turned it down and I returned it by post.
I don't haggle.
A Mrs Smith, Sergeant Jones.
Mrs Smith.
Keep in line! Creatures of darkness hear me! Creatures of darkness hear me! Creatures of darkness hear me! MAN SCREAMING The Netski was taken to Temple Antiques by a Mrs Smith.
(SCOFFS) Obviously, Nesta Goodfellow or Molly Thomas.
Yeah.
Well, whoever took it they certainly came from The Priory.
I think the present Mr Pargeter has been strapped for cash.
Hm.
You say some kids called at the station? Yes.
Up here on a dare.
Saw lights in the woods.
Oh, that'd be the wandering souls of the dead (!) Is the entire population of Beau Clayton suffering from ghost fever? Let my words reach you.
Let the flame of love be your balm.
Speak to me out of the dark.
I want you out of these woods, all of you! And out now! Mr Barnaby, we're conducting a healing ritual.
Anger has no place in the circle of the phoenix.
We're expecting a spirit presence.
Are you? Yes, well, I'm sorry.
But this area really is now off limits.
So, I'd be very grateful if you'd all leave.
And I'll arrest youif you don't.
EERIE HOWLING You heard that? We all heard that! The dead are speaking to me.
You must have heard it, sir.
It was a fox.
Or it was a bird orwhatever.
It didn't sound like a bird.
No, you're right.
It didn't, did it? No.
GEARS CHANGE AND TYRES SCREECH And who are they? I told you.
I don't know! (WOMAN'S VOICE) But I would never leave them to this scum of Corinth.
No.
They'll be my very own assassins.
They'll take the princess a gown of silk.
A golden crown.
But these, I'll drench in poison so strong that anyone who touches them will die in agony.
But the thing that tears my heart .
.
is what must happen next.
I shall kill my children.
Kill them both.
No-one shall save them.
No-one shall own them.
And when I've brought both Jason and his house to ruin, I shall leave this land.
Unnatural woman, flying from the death cries of my darlings.
From their blood.
(TEARFULLY) Their blood.
Their blood! How is it I can bear such guilt .
.
but not the laughter of my enemies? SWITCHES RADIO OFF 'I thought you said your dog didn't bite .
' 'Whose dog?' 'Your dog.
' 'Yeah.
But that's not my dog.
' Shot in the back.
- It was Molly Thomas, wasn't it? - Positive ID from Mr Pargeter, yeah.
Bullard thinks she'd only been dead a few hours.
So, what do you think? I think that um She goes for the phone.
She doesn't make it.
She pulls the table over.
She turns the radio on full blast.
To try and attract attention.
I think the effort of reaching for the radio must have finished her off.
So, the question is how did she get back here? And where from? And why did she come back? Where's Pargeter now? He went back to The Priory.
(Right.
) She was shot in this room, wasn't she? And she was shot in the back.
She wasn't running away.
It looks as if she was facing the wall.
Whoever killed her couldn't look her in the face when they pulled the trigger.
INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO Speak to me .
.
and I will bring you peace.
REV STONE: To those who worship false gods, I say 'Harken and tremble .
.
you root of all evil, you author of pain, you begetter of death! You will be cast out with every Satanic power, with every unclean spirit, and your voice will be stilled and your hand will be stayed, and your eye will be blind.
TURN from your way of darkness! TURN from the devil's paths! Or you must suffer the torments of hell through all eternity!' CLATTERING Well? That was my rehearsal for Sunday.
Oh.
I'm sorry, Wallace.
I wasn't really listening.
So, you were out walking, Mr Pargeter.
Am I right? - Yes.
- In the woods.
They are my woods, Barnaby.
So, you're not put off by talk of ghosts.
I frequently walk there.
I've come to no harm.
But you've seen the lights? Heard strange cries? From time to time.
My family have lived with these phenomena for many, many years.
If there are ghosts, it would seem I've come to terms with them.
So, you're coming back from your walk you hear the radio you go into the cottage and you find Mrs Thomas? Yes.
You didn't see anyone? Hear a car driving away? The place wasdeserted.
JustMolly Thomas lying there.
And ermthe radio on.
You're quite a collector, Mr Pargeter.
In a small way.
Mostly pieces acquired by my family.
Of course, some of them have gone to my least favourite charities (!) My ex-wives.
Also collectors, in their way (!) So, you've got ervaluable antiques here, family heirlooms.
And no alarm system.
I did have one.
It tended to go off three or four times a week.
For no good reason.
Stanley and Nesta Goodfellow kept an eye on things.
Yes, but they're not here now, are they, Mr Pargeter? Two murders, three people missing.
Don't you think you'd be safer staying at the pub in Beau Clayton? But there's no alarm, Barnaby, as you pointed out.
And all these valuable things.
As you said.
Did you see that? Indeed, I did.
I think, Jones .
.
whatever is in those woods it's time we met it face to face.
Come on.
Do ghosts have faces? Oh, I think they do, yes.
Except the headless ones (!) FOOTSTEPS IN LEAVES EERIE HOWLING Stay close.
I will (!) DISTANT SCREAMING Did you hear that? SCREAMS CONTINUE, FAINTLY Where's that coming from? I think it came from over there.
Ah.
There's an echo, isn't there? Hard to tell.
WOMAN SCREAMING Jones! Where are you? I'm here, sir! Where are YOU? Sir? Jones? EERIE SCREECHING Sir.
HOWLS AND SCREAMS DRAWN-OUT ANIMAL-LIKE CALL Are you there, sir? HOWLING Aargh! Jones?! EERIE CRY Aargh! (SCREECHES) Aargh! BIRD-LIKE SHRIEKS TWITTERING AND CRYING Who's there?! HOWLING HOWLING CONTINUES Sir! Aargh! Jones.
I heard you call for help.
I did not call for help.
I was attackedby an owl.
I saw something.
What? I don't know.
Well, whatever it was, Jones, it was not a ghost.
Someone has been tracking me.
But now I am the tracker.
Come on.
HOWLING HOWLING CONTINUES DOOR CLANKS AND CREAKS NOISILY WHINING WHINING GETS LOUDER WHINING INTENSIFIES BARNABY BREATHES FASTER GIBBERS GIBBERING Stanley? GIBBERING INCREASES It's Stanley Goodfellow.
GIBBERS AND CRIES WIND HOWLS Excuse me.
I'm looking for Dr McKay.
Mr Barnaby.
Yes.
I'm Mary McKay.
Stanley's upstairs.
This way.
Thank you.
Stanley is suffering from dissociative trauma.
He experienced something so terrifying, his mind has simply closed down on him.
It's a defence mechanism, of course.
Well, at the moment, Stanley Goodfellow is the only man who can solve the disappearance of his wife and two other people.
My problem is he can't speak.
Wellhe's not saying anything anyone can understand.
Words are a danger to Stanley just now.
His subconscious is telling him to reject speech because whatever happened to him lies beyond description.
Well, when will he be um? He's lost touch with reality, Mr Barnaby - we just can't say when he'll want to return, if ever.
MOBILE RINGS Oh.
Excuse me.
Jones? Mystery body in the woods, sir.
Positive ID from The Met.
Terence Paul Lowther.
Part of a well-organised London gang that specialise in nicking antiques.
Good work.
I'm just leaving The Pines now.
Nothing yet from Stanley Goodfellow.
- Well if you're on your way back - I'll pick you up.
I want to go down to the village, pick up on the local gossip.
OK.
We'll talk then.
Bye.
Your details, please? Gail? Are you free this evening? After work? For a chat.
Yeah.
Where shall we go? Oh, a pub.
Yeah.
Yeah, lovely.
DOOR CLOSES And here endeth the first lesson (!) And here beginneth the second (!) CHURCH CLOCK CHIMES The Met said Lowther could be linked to half a dozen robberies involving antiques.
That antique shop fellow.
John Temple? What did he say about the Netski? He reckoned it was worth about ã100.
Said it was modern - nothing special.
Did he? Meaning? Maybe he was conning her into selling it for a song.
You know.
In either case, it must have been taken from The Priory.
Why didn't Pargeter report the theft? See that? Yeah.
I'll follow you in.
Yeah, OK.
Excuse me.
Could I? This village is ghost crazy, if you ask me.
There you go, mate.
Oh, look out.
Here's the law.
Hello, Mr Nelms.
A man of leisure, thanks to you lot.
Gardening leave.
Don't let me interrupt you, sir.
Carry on.
What were you saying? That something weird's going on.
But spirits? Spooks? I don't think so.
Shall we sit and wait for them to come outside? Jones.
Detective Chief Inspector.
Mr Pargeter.
I was intending to come to see you.
I heard.
You did? About what? Stanley Goodfellow.
You found him.
Yes, indeed.
In your woods.
Is it true that he's lost his mind? He's under medical supervision just now.
I'm hoping to be able to speak to him in due course.
But erthis is what I wanted to talk to you about.
Ah, yes.
Yes.
It was supposed to be delivered to the Goodfellows.
Not really their thing.
We wondered if they were taking it in for you.
No.
No, no.
This has no great value.
It'snice enough.
I'm going to an antiques fair in France for a couple of days.
I'd be grateful if the police could watch The Priory while I'm away.
Mr Pargeter, two murders have been committed.
Both bodies were found on your land.
A visit to France out of the question.
DOOR OPENS This is outrageous.
I have business to attend to.
Friend of yours? Who? Jones.
ENGINE STARTS WOODPECKER HAMMERING Not his netsuke, then? Oh, no (!) Of course it is.
He's up to something.
Are we mobile yet? Pit-stop wheel change, sir.
Oh, good.
Time in the Traffic Division not wasted, then (!) Thank you.
Exorcizamus te .
.
omnis incursio infernalis adversarii .
.
omnis legio, omnis congregatio, et secta diabolica! WIND HOWLS Jesu Christi! DISTANT SCREAMS SCREAMS ARE JOINED BY HORSES HOOVES SCREAMS AND WHINNYING SCREAMS AND SWORDS BEING UNSHEATHED DISTORTED SCREAMING WOODPECKER HAMMERING DRAMATIC ORGAN MUSIC I adjure you, Satan.
Yield now to God.
Depart, accursed one! Depart, foul fiend! Depart - If there ARE restless souls in these woods, they are the souls of godly men.
And it is the work of God's minister to bring them deliverance.
And you saw no-one.
No.
Just Sitting up in his grave as if it werejudgment day.
Gases.
Post-mortem gases, causing expansion and consequent movement.
- It sometimes happens in the morgue.
- Really? A body rising under a sheet.
He was buried.
It was a shallow grave, like the other victim.
He was barely covered in earth.
Whoever buried him must've been in a hurry.
Or didn't have the tools to do the job.
Do we know who he is? Yes.
It's Colin Thomas.
Positive ID from Stephens.
Cause of death, George.
Shotgun wound.
So, we've got two people dead, one mad, one still missing.
Why these people? What was it about them that made them the victims, eh? There's something we're still not seeing.
Right.
Let's start again.
Let's have another look round the cottages.
UPSTAIRS FLOORBOARDS CREAK CREAKS Sir! Ticket to Florida in the name of Nesta Goodfellow.
With a note.
Saying? See you at the airport.
Is that note signed? Sex bomb.
Our over-eager postman? I wonder if her husband knew.
GATE CREAKS What? Someone's in there! Oi! Heyhey! ENGINE STARTS Don't kill him, sir! He'll kill himself if he carries on.
How fast is he going? He'll come out over on the Beau Clayton road, won't he? Whoa! CAR HORN AND TYRES SCREECH Lost him! Not necessarily.
Take a look round the back.
Please don't say it was a hunch.
Observation.
Saw it first time we called.
Didn't you? RUNNING WATER Make sure he doesn't jump out of the back window and escape or something.
Muddy ride, was it (?) Did you find anything? No.
A few coins in a jar.
Thought they might have other bits and pieces hidden away.
Why were they hidden? They were at it.
Nicking stuff up at The Priory.
A little nick here, a little nick there.
You had a look around in the Goodfellows' cottage as well.
Didn't you? Did you see anything you fancied in there? You can't get a 40-inch plasma screen on a mountain bike.
'I am the way and the truth and the life,' says the Lord.
For tempters and blasphemers abound.
And those who love evil are in our midst.
The times are out of joint where wrongdoers prosper and the spawn of Satan multiplies.
Where the virtue finds no respect.
For who does not know that, in the face of such evil, it takes a man of courage to stand up unafraid and say, 'I am for divine justice and retribution'? KNUCKLES CRACK ENGINE OFF (GIBBERS) Stanley.
TALKS NONSENSE Did you know, Stanley that Nestawas getting ready to run off and leave you? I wonder if you I wonder if you knew that.
You hold the keyStanley.
Somewhere inside.
Sorry.
EMITS A SOUNDLESS SCREAM What happened to you, eh? The number plate of that SUV was on the computer.
Stolen from an address in Chelsea a week ago.
Right.
Let Chelsea know it's been spotted here.
And get our Traffic Division to watch out for it.
Yes, Sarge.
(I'll see you later.
) CAR ALARM BLEEPS I don't know why you're coming.
You said you think he's a fake.
Well, he's a prime suspect, for starters, Joyce.
It's a bit odd, him suddenly turning up in Midsomer.
A bit opportune, don't you think? Maybe all this psychic drivel is a cover for something more sinister.
Don't be ridiculous.
Why on earth should he want to kill anyone? Give him someone to talk to.
(CHUCKLES) The powers with which I have been gifted led me to the grave of a man who'd fallen victim to the forces of evil.
I intend to use these same powers to envision the whereabouts .
.
of a missing woman.
Nesta Goodfellow.
I'm so glad I came (!) Shh! The knife of light will point the way.
I shall fall into a trance .
.
and concentrate on the strong psychic projection of her fear.
I shall seek her out in the dark night of her distress.
(BEGINS TO CHANT) (HUMMING) Aargh! (AUDIENCE GASP) I can see her! Agh! She liesbeneath the sign of the witch.
MURMURING Oh! Of the witch! For goodness sake.
Come on! (CHUCKLES HELPLESSLY) I mean, to talk to the dead! How stupid is that? I mean, what is the point of talking to someone who is incapable of listening? You might do worse than follow up on what he said! Oh, you mean, the inspired vision? Well, look.
Let's see.
A dark place, he says.
Three people have died, two buried in shallow graves.
Of course he talks about a dark place! And the sign of the witch? Witches.
Stock in trade of the phoney psychic.
Witches are bound to be top of the agenda.
He fainted! Of course he did.
And how theatrical that was.
CHURCH CLOCK CHIMES STARTS ENGINE It's fine.
All clear.
REVS ENGINE SWITCHES ENGINE OFF MUD SQUELCHES HIGH-PITCHED TWITTERING SCREECHING EERIE HOWLING CONFUSION OF HIGH-PITCHED WHINES Right.
ENGINE STARTS I got your message.
YESJones.
Sorry, sir.
Are you all right? Of course I'm all right.
I didn't expect you to ambush me.
What happened? Pargeter and the others loaded some furniture in the SUV and drove off.
That's why he had to stay in the house.
Half those antiques he's got there? Stolen.
He's still in there.
Good chance to nab him.
No.
We should wait.
He doesn't know we're onto him.
And I don't want to scare off the delivery boys.
Did it occur to you to follow them? I made a quick phone call.
They won't be looking for a woman driver.
Uh-huh.
I see.
And you're absolutely certain.
CAR APPROACHING OK.
Thank you.
SWITCHES ENGINE OFF Morning, Jones.
Morning, sir.
Call from the lab.
Blood in the Goodfellows' cottage? Definitely not Colin Thomas's.
Not? Nope.
So, it's not Lowther's and it's not Colin Thomas's.
That poses a few questions.
Yeah.
And Pargeter's got more than a few to answer.
- Where are you going? - Well, I thought we were No, no, no.
I think we give Pargeter and Temple a little more rope.
Come on.
Maybe if we get off the track Maybe what? Of courseI could be wrong.
Surely not (!) SHORT MUSIC INTRO And after the news here on Radio Causton, we'll be talking to psychic and ghost hunter Cyrus LeVanu, whose latest book Talking To The Dead has just been published, and asking him about his recent sensational experiences in the famously haunted Monksbarton Woods.
WHINE OF RADIO BEING TUNED Yes.
FEEDBACK DISTORTION Ooh! That was close.
We're getting near.
TUNER WHINES FEEDBACK DISTORTION DISTORTION CONTINUES CONTINUOUS NOTE Gotcha! That sound you're hearing, Jones.
It's the sound of a radio signal being blocked.
Somewhere .
.
up in that tree.
DISTORTED SIGNAL WHINES Well, it's not gonna be me.
Fine.
DISTORTION RESTARTS SIGNAL WHINES HIGH-PITCHED WHINING DISTORTION INTENSIFIES WHINING INCREASES Jones? We've got another one here.
Oh! PLAYS WITH THE DISTORTION LEVELS (GROANS) Ah! There you are.
What have you got? (WINCES IN PAIN) Ah.
I think we'll find this little gizmo is well stocked with mysterious noises.
And I reckon we'll find a few others like this, courtesy of Cyrus LeVanu.
How did you know? How? Welllast night, after my car got stuck, I had to walk about half a mile through these woods.
I could hear the cries and I knew there must be some sort of rational explanation.
And I thought how convenient all this was for Cyrus LeVanu.
Obviously, the woods weren't full of his supporter stooges whispering on cue.
And then I thought I heard this buzzing sound.
Aagh! And I You all right, Jones? I'm absolutely fine, sir.
Thanks for asking.
Well, come on.
And then I thought, it's not ectoplasmic eruption we're talking about here.
It's radio waves.
And then you found the body.
I mean Wow! That must have been one hell of a shock, wasn't it? Not if, like me, you've been gifted with special powers.
MOBILE PHONE RINGS Gail Oh, yeah? On now? Thanks for letting me know.
What's that? This.
LEVANU: My last meeting was a complete sellout, so I will hold another one.
Tonight at Beau Clayton Town Hall.
And, although there are those who would prevent me, I've every intention of returning to Monksbarton Woods.
Where you'll be Talking To The Dead! Well, that's all we've got time for, so a big thank you to our guest, the psychic adventurer, Cyrus Leva- Where's our 'psychic adventurer' staying? Er, The Monk's Retreat.
I shall go there.
I want you to go to Temple Antiques.
For whatever was shipped over there last night.
Yeah.
TUNER WHINES Oh! LEVANU: Local radio shows might seem small beer for someone like me.
There you go.
But erthe most important thing is to get the message across.
Loud and clear.
Loud and clear, Mr LeVanu! Like the signals from your transmitters.
Barnaby, what are you talking about? Do you not know, Mr LeVanu? I'm talking about the mysterious cries in Monksbarton Woods.
But, of course, there is a logical explanation.
As you well know.
Where do you transmit from? Your room here? Your car? Or do you have an accomplice, who helps you with your special effects? I've never seen this object before in my life.
What I find offensive about people like you, Mr LeVanu, is that you feed off other people's anxieties.
And their pain.
You trade on their weaknesses.
SWITCHES ON EERIE HOWLING EFFECT Ooh! Listen to that.
How spooky is that? Frightened me to death (!) SWITCHES OFF Detective Inspector Jones, isn't it? Sergeant.
I was wondering if you'd had any more contact with Mrs Smith, the woman who - Brought in the Netski.
No.
I did agree to phone if I - Yes.
I was just passing and thought it just as easy to pop in.
PHONE RINGS Will you excuse me? PICKS UP RECEIVER Hello? Yes Yes.
Erm Yes.
I think we'd agreed the fourth of April.
Well, you could bring it in in the morning.
Oh, Gail.
There's pictures on here of some items of furniture.
Let's see if Art and Antiques can recognise something.
Right Sarge? Are we still on? It's just that, last night - You were on extra duty.
Of course.
Gail.
Gail? Look What? (SIGHS) No workplace involvements.
It's just tough to have a proper working relationship if we also have .
.
a relationship.
You think so? It's never been a problem for me in the past.
Vile and untruthful accusations have been made against me.
Those whom I considered steadfast have abandoned me.
Even thrown aside their belief.
No, it's you they've thrown aside.
Why? Because you've been exposed as a liar and a cheat.
That's slanderous! Not if it's the truth.
And it is, which is why your slavish followers have abandoned you.
I never put transmitters in trees.
No, of course not (!) Now everyone's seen you in your true colours .
.
why don't you pack up your tricks and your hocus-pocus and leave? Leave? I won't be leaving.
I will be returning to Monksbarton Wood in the hope of bringing peace to souls in torment.
Poison, LeVanu.
Your fake philosophy is poison.
Your ridiculous rituals are poison.
You are poison.
DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES Jones.
Sir.
Quick response from the photos I took at Temple Antiques.
Four items definitely stolen, two suspected.
The table with the water stain is part of a haul from a house in Devon.
The Devon Police are pretty sure a London gang was involved.
They turned them over, but no result.
So, the stuff must have gone to a receiver the next day.
Pargeter fences it to dealers.
Including John Temple.
He's got the outlets - here and abroad.
That's why he wanted to go to the antiques fair in France.
The SUV guys are his distributors.
Now all we have to do is find the murderer.
PHONE RINGS Barnaby.
You checked house and garden? Thoroughly.
He's not here.
I'm sure of that.
You said you found a weapon.
Ah, yes.
Here.
SIRENS Has anyone touched it? No.
There's blood on the blade.
What kind of a knife is it? It's era kris.
It's a collector's item.
An antique? (Yeah.
) Got backup? On the way.
He's here, all right.
It's time to put the screws on Mr Lynton Pargeter.
Let's hurry.
Right.
Take the upstairs rooms.
I'll look down here.
And be careful.
EERIE HOWLING SCREAMING ANIMAL-LIKE BAYING I heard one of those cries.
Yes, I know.
It was me.
Take a look at that.
HOWLING We have seriously misjudged Cyrus LeVanu.
It was Pargeter, not LeVanu, responsible for those strange noises in the woods.
His way of keeping the locals out while he took delivery of stolen goods.
And the mysterious lights must have been from the vans.
Delivering the dodgy antiques.
Well, he's packed a case, so it seems he'll be back.
Oh, he will.
Airline ticket.
Guess where to.
Florida.
Yep.
Pargeter and Nesta Goodfellow? DOOR CLOSES What's that? APPROACHING SIRENS Jones? SIRENS In the woods, behind The Priory.
Behind The Priory! Into the woods.
SHOUTING AND DOGS BARKING Come on, quick! All right? Straight through! Gone.
Yeah.
Gone to ground.
Come on.
SOBBING DISTRESSED SOBBING How long can you keep this up, Stanley? Another week? GIBBERS Oh, very good, Stanley.
It's very good (!) Had me fooled.
Where is she, Stanley? Where is Nesta? Stay with him.
Dear God.
Nesta?! Jones?! I'm going to talk to Mr Goodfellow whilst you pay Mr Temple a visit.
Yes, sir.
Once it started no going back.
Pargeter was a fence, a receiver of stolen goods.
You knew that.
And he knew you knew.
We could see what he was up to.
What could he do? If we didn't take too much, he didn't worry.
All of you? Colin and Molly Thomas too? Colin was up for it.
Molly was unhappy.
She tried to get him to stop.
If she'd succeeded, he wouldn't have got involved in the murder of Terry Lowther, would he? I didn't mean to kill him.
He broke in.
He knew that Pargeter was in London, so he didn't expect to see anyone.
And you took him on.
The water stains on the antique table and the carpet.
They were caused when you mopped up the blood.
Mm.
Then we buried him in the woods.
But then Colin lost his nerve, didn't he? It'll be all right.
How can it be all right? He's dead.
He went home and told Molly.
We've talked it over, Stan.
It's the only thing to do.
They wanted to go to the police.
You buried him.
But you killed him.
We hid the body.
You think the police are gonna be understanding? That's it, Stan.
You can do as you please.
No, Stan.
Please.
No.
I didn't know what to do.
I wasn't going to prison.
I knew that much.
GUNSHOT We was on a good thing, up there at The Priory.
If only they'd listened to reason.
I thought I'd keep them in the woods till they saw sense.
And then Colin decided to have another go at me.
No! No, please! Please, stop it! No! GUNSHOT (SCREAMS) Colin! (SOBS) The thing was I didn't mean to kill him either.
It was just one thing after another.
You know? Justone thing after another.
You buried Colin Thomas, just as you buried Terry Lowther.
I made the women do it.
Get up! I was gonna go back later and make a proper job of it.
ButI knew I couldn't trust them.
Sowe had to keep moving round the woods, stay ahead of the police.
But I had to find somewhere to keep 'em.
Somewhere safe.
So you thought of this shack.
WellI used to work as a 'keeper on the estate, before I worked at The Priory.
I know every inch of these woods.
But something went wrong, didn't it, Stanley? Molly Thomas somehow managed to escape.
They thought I would kill 'em.
I hadn't thought about it.
I hadn't thought about anything much.
Molly ran indoors.
I was close behind.
No.
Aargh! I saw where she went.
SLOW TREAD OF FOOTSTEPS ON THE STAIRS There was nothing for it.
Wellno way back.
Not then.
But II couldn't You couldn't look at her, could you? Turn round.
Whatwhat have you done? Perhaps I should have killed Nesta then.
Yeah.
I should have killed her.
But I didn't.
The fact is, Stanley, you very nearly did.
Well, that was your fault.
(LAUGHS) I put her in the well, keep her out of trouble.
Then you caught me and she was stuck down there.
And she must have been down there when we found you the first time.
She didn't have the strength to call out.
And this is my fault? Definitely.
(LAUGHS) Oh, yeah.
That was down to you.
Stanley, you could have told someone where she was.
She was getting ready to leave me.
I knew that.
Stealing things to pay for it all.
Did you know it was Lynton Pargeter that she was having an affair with? Not until he came at me with a knife.
I wasn't expecting it.
Otherwise he'd never have got close enough.
What have you done, you bastard? Where's Nesta? Dead? Aargh! Then it was him or me.
No choice in the matter.
You caught up with him at The Priory.
What I don't understand is how you got there so quickly.
I mean, all he had to do was grab his case, chuck it into a car and he'd be gone.
I've lived round Beau Clayton all my life.
I know every track, every shortcut.
His bad luck.
He got back first.
But I came across the fields.
He wasn't quick enough.
(SCREAMS) No! Aaaargh! John Temple is very anxious to co-operate.
Is he? Shouldn't be long before we find Pargeter's delivery men.
Was he Forthcoming? Yes.
Surprisingly so.
Exceptperhaps not such a surprise.
Sir? He could have been miles away by the time we found the body.
Yet, when we chased him, where does he come? He comes back here.
Where we found him in the first place.
Perhaps he wanted to be caught.
Perhaps he wanted her to be found.
See? It's all your fault, really.
(LAUGHS) Still doing his mad act, then? I'm not sure he's acting.
Not now.
A horseshoe over water.
A witch's sign, my Welsh granny used to say.
LEVANU: She's in a dark place.
It's dark.
She cannot speak, she cannot see.
She liesbeneath the sign of the witch! No.
It's nonsense.
STONE: I preached to the people, Sarah.
Now the truth has been heard.
The blasphemer is unmasked.
Sarah? I'm sorry, Wallace.
I've had enough.
What do you mean? I don't understand.
No.
Of course you don't.
Surely it's too late for the postman.
No.
Perfect timing.
DOOR SLAMS JOYCE: So, it was your fault.
What was my fault? It was your fault that LeVanu was accused of fraud.
He is a fraud.
You're such a cynic.
Joyce people like ghost stories, they enjoy being scared.
It's basic human nature.
You don't believe it all, do you? Well, why not? I have an open mind.
Unlike some people.
Hm.
All right.
Come on.
I don't care how you rationalise it.
There's definitely something spooky here.
Yeah.
Well, so people say.
Accounts of the mass murder in Monksbarton Woods have been handed down from generation to generation.
There is a theory that the very stones of The Priory, even the earth, where the victims fell, is imprinted with psychic recordings of those terrible events.
And Cyrus LeVanu traded on that theory.
I was wrong about LeVanu just in one respect.
It was Pargeter, not LeVanu, who put speakers in the trees to scare off the locals.
Right.
Let's see if we can summon up a ghostly presence for you.
(SCREAMS) Joyce? Joyce? Joyce.
What is it? Are you all right? What's the matter? What's the matter? Very strange, and difficult to explain, really.
Is it, George? Stan Goodfellow encounters him in the woods, thinks he might raise the alarm and kills him to keep him quiet.
No, Tom.
This man died recently.
This morning, in fact.
Long after Stanley Goodfellow was arrested.
No.
It's the manner of his death.
I've heard of it and never seen it.
Parasympathetic rebound.
It happens when someone is so terrified that the whole metabolic system reacts and tries to calm itself down.
The problem is, it can make too good a job of it, and the heart simply stops beating.
I don't know what it was he encountered in Monksbarton Woods.
Frankly, I hope I never find out.
HOWLING WIND Aargh! EERIE BAYING Parasympathetic rebound.
You're telling me that Cyrus LeVanu died of fright.